Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.